Just to fill people in, my niece, 32 years old Lauren, was married, apparently this past September. They picked the 9th, the day our uncle died, and wow, is this guy a woofer. Yikes. Had to pay off someone at the pound to find this wierdo.

And the reason for my venom? Their mother, Susie Newman Kimmel. She is... well, one of my late aunt's finally got around to asking me, about ten years ago, and after sitting altogether at Thanksgiving for decades, "Does she ever talk about anything but herself??" and the answer is, of course, no. That's who she is: egotistical, pushy, and if the table talk isn't all about her, she would go to the kid's table and natter at them.

On her Faceplace deal, this witch itch bitch actually called her daughters (the other daughter, I see from the photos, obviously played the role of Hand Maiden [whatever it's called] at the wedding and looks like she needs a couple of years of therapy for severe anorexia [you'll know why in a second]) "My beautiful darlings!"

I, on the other hand, when these girls were growing up, have heard her call them "fat, stupid, bitch, idiot, moron, lazy slut, stupid [while she has the brain of a vole], useless, pathetic, sickening" and oh so very much more. 

She didn't tell me when my brother died. (She also allowed him to use her Los Angeles Teachers's health insurance for his six or seven stints in alcohol and drug rehab, well after they were divorced, which is, I believe, illegal.) Instead, she allowed a cousin to email me with the news that he had had a Stroke and they took him off life support after TWO whole days! Oh, what a mensch! 

Rot in hell, Susie,  you monster..